In Flanders Field the poppies grow between the crosses row on row. . .

In Yestermorrow's field the daisies grow between the flags row on row. . . .

When we see these flags we cannot help remembering those who have died in various military conflicts.

Some of us in The Valley have volunteered to help maintain this tribute to our veterans who have died in Iraq. The display in the field pays tribute to those who believed they were doing the right thing.

When vehicles come to our house I wonder which one will be the one brining the news of the death of our son who is presently serving a tour of duty in Iraq. How many of us in America suffer from this anxiety? Someday will I go out to the field and place the flag that represents the death of my son?

The reality of death is kept from us. We see no caskets, body bags or mutilations. No mention of those surviving the war only to suffer the rest of their lives from PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). Placing each flag representing those killed is very difficult for the soul, and yet it is a way to become closer to the death of each person and those dear to them.